Yes, you are both right. Abby is curled up in the chair to the right. We put those boxes in the chairs so during the day, the dogs do not get on the leather chairs unsupervised. Randy forgot to put his box in his chair. I walked through, glanced in and thought "Where is Abby? I know I let her in the house!" It is like camo for a black dog. LOL

About Me

I define myself thus: I am a social worker, believer in the capacity of people, and a chronic pronoid. I am adventurous to a fault at times, love literature, history, research, and meeting new people in new places to find out about their lives. Though most of my time is spent in Mississippi right now where I teach and live, I take a journey whenever I can. For a couple of years, those journeys have taken me to Mound Bayou, Mississippi, a place you want to call home. Now, the journey is mostly back to Texas, to the place my parents still call home. Sometimes when I am fortunate, the road trip takes me past a New Deal building--my newest research passion.